Mati had been so eager to visit her brother that it was almost too late to discover the friend that she had so recently made. But as she looked at the redheaded male she could only smile with the prospect of seeing him again, and with pain in hand. Of course she would still seek out her brother, but Mati was glad that she had run into Strelein when she had. It wasn’t often that Mati stumbled upon someone that enjoyed colors as much as she did. To think she had been so brash as to not even notice that he might the same sort of art fanatic as she was. He had been kind enough to bring her this face, and there must be something that Mati could do for him in return. Though she visited the Miracles pack often she was not all too familiar with its members, and would not just throw him and his decorating needs to the wind, not when she was experienced with a brush. Mati laughed at his eager tone, and only smiled for a moment.
“What ever you would like.” Was what she managed, her smile never fading. Mati would be beyond proud to leave her mark on another way, as she had her own.
“We should go to the city, find some colors you would like and then I might be able to paint you something too.” If not he could have his pick from her collection of paintings. Ones she had done herself and some she had gathered from the Manor and the city. The experience she had gained from her tutor and with the practice that she forced form her hand and creative eye daily Mati was sure she could give him something worth wild.
His appreciated words were more then Mati could ever ask for. It wasn’t everyday that someone even cared to listen to her artistic babble. Time after time listeners tuned her out and she was often left huddled in her room alone to experiment with pain and different medium. But, she could only shake her head at the colorful male. He had done enough, just by brining her to the stables.
“I’m sure we can arrange something.” She spoke with a light tone and a small amount of laughter in the syllables. Mati almost didn’t want to go, the questions burning her tongue. What were his favorite colors? Did he care for different textures along the walls, and how big was his space? Mati couldn’t imagine the sort of place he lived in, living in an interesting place herself. If he wished for a mural then she would need to know the subject and if it was a beach scene would have to explain as politely as she could how cliché that would be for a Canadian native. They were in one of the coldest regions, and one simply needed to live with it. But if he had a picture for reference or a wild idea then Mati was eager to listen. But, that would all have to wait.
Violet eyes looked back at the stable, biting her lip in conflict she found she didn’t want to go.
“We will search for paints, and then we’ll start on your walls.” she promised. But for now they needed to part ways and go in separate directions. Mati waved at the male, a smile on her face as she ventured between the fence posts and into the stables. It would be sometime before she met the colorful male again, but she wouldn’t forget the promise and would need to save up muse and inspiration for his mural. The Church woman silently hoped he would gather ideas for the mural, if that was what he truly wanted and would be ready to search the cit for all they needed.